Hey loki, I haven't spoken to you in while, I missed you. Sorry if you don't remember me, I hope you are doing well wherever or whenever you are.
A soft, warm smile of fondness crossed the trickster’s lips. “Of course I remember you.” He was always happy to see them, especially now that their paths didn’t cross as frequently as they used to. “How could I ever forget about the inquisitive little mortal who once asked about my ‘greasy hair’?” Loki chuckled breathily from the memory.










